We burn brighter in the dark,
when our blood emerges into sparks.
We are not just dainty flowers
but people who ares about what matters.
Hear our battle cry
formed by tears now dry.
With faith and hope by our side,
our souls will not divide.
You reek of sin
always thought you'll win.
But once its done, you'll be in vain
for you have corrupted and can never be the same.
Hear our battle cry,
for you have stolen our only rye.
You have tortured us with chains
but now you'll see the strength we gained.
All the warnings you have ignored
all the lies you have foretold,
calls the fiery depth you have anchored
And there you shall be called.
Hear our battle cry,
your days of corruption has died.
The souls of me you left to die,
helped us thread the lost bind.
